Searching for sweet red peppers on sale.
Recalling how my income has fallen.
Touching edges of anxiety
maybe my mind is misplaced or
some new disease invades me.
My caged heart rebels against looming panic.
All those wars…this planet growing
more pustulant as clocks choke forward.
What have I forgotten at the grocery store?
I want to be sure, swift not grasping,
Slivers of black ice can knock me down.
Misplaced, silenced, lost with yesterday’s lists,
mixed among crumpled coupons, long lines.
Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, three Bright Hill Anthologies and several Kind of A Hurricane Publications. She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net. Four of her books have been published by fine small literary presses.